Eden Two: Expanding Horizons

By Shalion

Chapter One

The gas giant loomed over the tiny green-blue marble outside of the window of the starship, a rosy pink ceiling of striated cloud bands that could swallow whole planets stretching across seemingly half of the universe. On the other side of the massive planet was a field of starry night, the system’s star glowing cooly in the distance. And between the two vast expanses lay their new world, their future home.

“It’s lovely.” said Zoja, touching Bernd’s arm and leaning against his more than considerable bulk.

Bernd said nothing immediately, savoring the moment because he knew that once they were down there, they were unlikely to ever again see their hard-won world this way again. As his wife cuddled Bernd’s thick, pillowy arm, he was also grateful that he was comfortably suspended in null-G at the moment. After 18 months spent in deep hibernation during the trip to this distant star system, Bernd was still feeling physically sick and weakened. He very much doubted that he would have been able to support his enlarged, 628 pound frame under a full G. Luckily for him, he would never have to worry about being restricted by his full, heavy weight ever again.

Turning to Zoja, Bernd said, “Have the others begun de-hibernation yet?”

“SAL will start getting them ready in another hour,” said the much smaller woman, still clinging to the big man. Bernd lifted an eyebrow and she added, “I asked him to give us some time alone before the others…”

Grinning devilishly, Bernd turned himself around towards his wife with a push of his elbow against the bulkhead, his body moving with an unfamiliar ease the earthborn man was unaccustomed to. “You’re very naughty…” he started to say, but stalled as his great belly all but collided with Zoja. She had to cling to his thick torso to keep herself from spinning off into the cabin, but by the grin on her face, he could tell that she didn’t really mind at all. “Woah,” he breathed, reaching across his own thickness to grab hold of her hands.

She smirked across at him as they held hands for a moment to correct their respective momentums. Afterwards, they continued to hang in place freely, their bare stomachs just touching, though in Bernd’s case, it was more like an enormous mountain jutting out in front of him. “Just knock me out of the airlock why don’t you?” she said coyly, raising an aim to smooth her huge brown mane of hair away from her face; the long hairs were currently shooting out from her head in a massive cloud that made her look more than a little ridiculous right now.

Bernd pursed his lips, staring enraptured across at Zoja, eyes still glittering with hope and expectation of what they had come to this place to do. “I might be less clumsy if you hadn’t encouraged me to put on so much extra weight before the flight.”

Zoja reached out, smoothing her hand across her mate’s plump chest, the man-boobs currently orb-like and jutting away from him in a way she wasn’t used to seeing; he would have needed a bra at least 20 sizes larger than anything she had packed for herself. She lifted the back of her hand to his cheek, above the rough beard which had grown during hibernation. Bernd’s face was even puffier than usual and bright red, undoubtedly a side effect of fluid retention during the long sleep. But the cherry-faced look and beard, along with that huge gut she admired was seriously turning Zoja on in the moment. “You better get used to it, Honey,” she said as she pulled her floating body forward, clutching one of a number of convenient, flabby handholds her husband possessed; his greater mass allowed her to easily maneuver her lighter body with respect to him without sending either of them spinning. She took the opportunity to plant a kiss on his soft cheek, “Because once we get down there, I expect you get a hell of a lot bigger for me.”

To Bernd, that didn’t sound like an awful prospect in the slightest. Still, he mock-complained, “Even if I get even clumsier?”

Huskily, she replied, “You can knock me around as much as you want, Lover.” And without permission, suddenly Zoja was wrapping her long, elegant legs around the mass of Bernd’s bulbous belly, squeezing it with surprising force. She had an agenda in mind, it seemed, and Bernd was not in a position to deny anything she wanted. He wondered if she had been dreaming about what she would do to him the whole time they had spent dreaming these past 18 months. This was, perhaps, their last opportunity to experience null-G together after all, and that allowed for a variety of interesting positions that just weren’t possible back on Earth…

*****

Amanda Nguyen rolled her eyes as she noticed yet another couple sneaking off to a quiet corner for a few minutes of zero-G acrobatics. By now, there were unspoken, but clearly designated corridors and closets for it despite, or because of, the inherently cramped conditions on board ship. She twitched a thick finger, causing the 2-dimensional display showing her the interior of the ship to switch to a different camera.

“Everyone up here thinks it’s playtime while I’m already down on the ground making sure everything has been set up right!” Amanda subvocalized to herself, though in the digital space she inhabited, her voice was still as clear as day.

“And who was it who actually set up the shelters, the fields and the manufacturing equipment in the first place, hm?” crept an unwanted voice in the ear of the American-ethnic woman.

“SAL!” Amanda cried, jumping so badly that her robotic presence – down on the planet – stopped in its tracks, and even her physical body sloshed about in its restraint webbing. The dual sensory input irked her slightly because Amanda prefered to be unaware of her body entirely when she was working, but the crossfeed was nowhere near as annoying as knowing that the ship’s AI was sharing her virtual space with her. “I have not permitted you access into this sensorium!”

To her increasing frustration, a representation of the ship’s personality manifested itself as a new icon in a corner of her field of vision which was still that of the robot’s down on the planet. The AI’s avatar, a silver-skinned bald man who would not have been out of place in an antique superhero movie, aped looking around. “You call this a sensorium?” Abruptly the AI jumped clear of his white-outlined box and landed on the ground outside the popup house whose utilities she had been about to inspect. He lifted his arms over his head, “No smell? No equilibrioception? 4K vision and sound fidelity that replicates the experience of living in a tin shed? I honestly have no idea how you can even perform an adequate inspection under these circumstances.”

“What else do you expect from bargain bin construction droids?” Amanda said, silently using throat muscles in a way that felt almost more natural now than actually speaking aloud. With a sequence of twitches from the fingers on her left hand, she activated the simple robot’s treads to move forward again even as the AI continued to torment her by appearing to lean over and examine the utility panel on the back of the prefabricated building. She knew that the AI -probably- was not aware of any additional information beside the view she herself was picking up from the robot. Augmented reality programming didn’t take much processing power these days, but still, didn’t the ship’s personality have anything better to do right now? Amanda reached out with a mechanical arm and pulled over the cover before beginning to examine the electrical components inside.

“I know the feeling,” said the silver man as he leaned over beside her. “Now just imagine controlling 150 of these ratty things at once and for months on end.” When Amanda failed to respond, he added, “Though they get the job done, I’ll admit.”

With a tinge of frustration, Amanda failed to find any fault with the shiny, new components of the house. So far, the inspection had provided nothing but gleaming chrome perfection for all of the equipment she had seen. Seeing that the AI was not leaving her alone any time soon, Amanda spoke as she directed her robot body towards the next objective, “You mean that these critters’ preformatted software got the job done. Or do you expect me to believe that you remotely piloted all of these droids from light years away?”

“I was able to send and receive a few packets of information from the colony from other ships en route. Granted, there wasn’t a lot of traffic to this backwater part of the galaxy, but I was able to check up on things and help guide their programming while on the way here,” said SAL loftily. His arrogance made Amanda grind her teeth together where she actually floated back in the ship.

“Why are you here, SAL?” Amanda blurted, turning despite herself to face the silver man, though he was merely a projection into the virtual environment the woman was seeing. “I thought it would be clear by my mannerisms that you aren’t wanted here.”

“Oh, that fact is very clear,” said the man in a light, almost effeminate tone, though of course the AI did not possess a gender.

“Then why-?” Amanda started, but SAL cut her off.

“I came here to ask why it is that you are here, actually,” said SAL.

“Isn’t it obvious?” said Amanda, gesturing widely with the robot’s arms, again despite the knowledge that no one was actually there; though, perhaps in a weird way, he was really there, his presence anyways. “I need to inspect the colony to ensure that everything is functioning properly before we land!” She sniffed, “Our space plane is a one-way ticket down, you know.”

“I can assure you, if anything down here was malfunctioning, I would have known about it weeks ago.” He placed a silver hand on his flat, naked chest. “I have been in direct contact with the colony’s systems since we first floated into system.

“Oh yeah?” said Amanda loudly enough that she could feel her vocal chords begin to vibrate in her thickly padded neck, “And what if the thing that’s malfunctioning is you, SAL? What then?”

The man slumped in an overly dramatic fashion, “Now you’re just being hurtful.”

“Good! I want to be hurtful!” Amanda continued to accost the AI, “That’s how I know I’m human!” She moved forward towards the silver man, treads whining mechanically in her ear, “If it was up to me, we wouldn’t have included an AI in the ship at all!”

SAL sighed. “You know as well as I do that any voyage long enough to require hibernation is better off with an AI. And Bernd at least recognizes the value of having me continue to orbit here and begin to set up a small space industry for the colony.”

“So what?” said Amanda flippantly, “Anything you can do can be done by humans with proper VR training.”

“Ah, but I can replace many humans, operate without error, and perhaps most importantly, am a lot cheaper as well,” said the silver man with a grin.

Amanda had had enough of this, she was ready to switch to another droid’s presence, although that would be unlikely to stop the AI for more than a couple seconds, or pull the sensorium goggles off of her face entirely when she said, “I didn’t come to this planet to explain why you’re a bad idea. I have a job to do!”

“A completely unnecessary job, I assure you,” said SAL as Amanda felt her plump cheeks flush with heat under the goggles, “also, it’s a moon, not a planet.”

“Whatever!” Amanda growled, too flustered now to do any serious work, not to mention that it really was hard to see some of the finer components clearly with the mid-level resolution. She turned back to the AI’s avatar. “Why do you care so much, anyway? What does it matter if I go over everything again myself?”

SAL did not speak for a long moment, but when he did, Amanda could not help but pay attention to his tone. “Because, if you’re doing this, then you are not interacting with the rest of the colonists.” He cocked his head, “They are all enjoying the weightlessness before they drop down to the surface. I felt that you would be missing out on the opportunity especially if you spent the entire pre-launch period in VR.”

Amanda tried to cross her arms before realizing that the robot wasn’t physical capable of the feat; she didn’t attempt the feat in real life because her flesh-and-blood body wasn’t physically capable of doing that either. “Especially?” asked the woman severely, “Is that supposed to mean something?”

SAL looked skyward and whistled briefly, “I think we both know what I meant.”

Amanda clenched both of her hands together, the thick fingers pressing into the convex surface of her plump palms and squishing the soft fat between all of the digits. The robot jerked into motion but then relaxed as her fingers moved past their designated command parameters, but not by much. “You arrogant prick,” Amanda said dangerously, “I’m not some pet. Don’t you dare ever think of us like that, especially me. It’s not too late for me to rip out your central processors before we head down.”

SAL looked at her cooly despite the threat. So condescending! “And to do that, I imagine that you’ll need to at least need to leave VR first…” he touched his chin, “And I’m not entirely sure that my access port was built to entirely admit your volume. Hold on, I believe that I have your preflight waist measurements stored on file, I can pull them up for you, though given your stature, you may have experienced significant fluid migration as a result of the hibernation drugs and exposure to null-G.”

“Don’t you dare-!” Amanda gasped as SAL waved mischievously at her briefly before the entirely world went dark. The sensorium juttered to a stop as Amanda suddenly became more aware of the delicate webbing that held her bulbous body in place and the sensation of breath moving past her nose and open mouth; the latter was a delicate thing, compared to the effort it had taken back on Earth; she had needed an oxygen condenser due to diminished tidal lung capacity, and her doctor hadn’t wanted her to take it off even after leaving the planet where her own body mass had crushed her skeletal frame for the longest time, but the temptation to breathe freely had been too great.

Double checking her operating system, Amanda frowned as the black screen persisted, eventually flashing a solid red warning, “Bandwidth exceeded.” So, the AI was forcefully limiting her data flow to and from the planet. At the very least he had not taken control of her personal computers entirely, though SAL had had eighteen months to find any backdoors or even force himself past her firewalls. Sighing, Amanda reached up with a small effort and removed the large dark glasses from her face, the metallic nerve connections embedded near her ears clicking almost imperceptibly as the glasses slid off. She blinked as real light fell onto her sensitive blue eyes.

“Fucking AI’s…” Amanda muttered to herself as she wondered what the hell she ought to do now.

*****

Felisa Banderas yawned and stretched before sipping another mouthful of warm coffee from a plastic pouch. It was strong and the taste hit her sinuses in an unusual way in free fall. Then she yawned again. Around her, people were moving about the cabin in a busy fashion, pushing themselves across the space at speed with thrusts from their arms at handholds placed at all of the corridor exits. Small, midair collisions were not uncommon in the bustle, especially for the lightweights.

For Felisa herself, she was content to hang out in a corner unobtrusively for the time being. There wasn’t any need for her particular skill set in getting ready to go down to the new world; frankly there wasn’t much need for a hobbyist software and game designer like her at all. As well, it seemed like the hibernation drugs were taking a longer time to wear off for the larger body mass passengers like herself. Felisa still felt curling up and going to sleep, even after three pouches of coffee and the effort of crawling into her skin-tight ship suit.

Speaking of her suit, Felisa noticed that its fit had changed during the long flight, looser around her ass and legs while becoming uncomfortably tight across her torso and chest. She had to leave the topmost portion unzipped down her front to allow more space for her bust, though disappointingly her boobs had not experienced the same amount of growth as the fat coating her ribs.

It was fat and fluid redistribution, she knew, something that only months of exposure to zero-G could produce. Pretty much everyone onboard over 200 pounds was looking a lot rounder than she remembered. Only the most extreme pear-shapes had anything like a real caboose intact as the fat tended to migrate towards everyone’s center of mass over the long months. Add some rather severe fluid retention into the mix from the hibernation drugs, and Felisa knew that she looked like a cherry-face wreck at the moment. Her only salvation was that things ought to settle back into relative order once they were down on their new home. That was a good thing because the lack of gravity was doing very strange things to how her pendulous breasts were moving around under her clothing.

About four hours after everyone on ship woke up, everything seemed to be moving ahead on schedule. Felisa occupied herself like most of the other nonessentials, gawking out of the nearest porthole or chatting idly with the others hanging out and generally doing stupid zero-G shit like somersaults and spins midair. Felissa honestly couldn’t resist herself. Back on earth, her nearly 600 pounds of mass made movement of any kind taxing. Being suspended in the air felt like a dream, despite the disconcerting feeling of falling which she sometimes felt when she looked too long outside of an open window to the space outside; somehow, looking at the enormous planet filling half the sky was even worse than the empty starfield in the other half.

Boring of the antics, Felisa had finally settled down to work a little bit on her latest game. She slipped her arms into some straps alongside the corridor so that her bulk would not drift off into the middle of the hallway and then placed some AR goggles in front of her eyes. Her HUD helpfully let her know that she and Amanda were due in the spaceplane at 0600, just under two hours from now. That was good. Any longer and Felisa was worried that she would need to look for the instructions on how to use the space toilet before she left.

She had barely gotten into her programming groove when someone tapped Felisa on her flabby shoulder. The Mexican-ethnic woman started when she saw who it was, but mostly because said person filled up most of the space directly in front of her.

For Felisa, seeing her lover at equal eye level alone was startling. The titanic sized feedee and immobility fetishist had been greater than half a ton for as long as she had known her. On Earth, Amanda’s bulk kept her permanently entrapped in her self-made cocoon of electronics and medical-grade cushioning support. Accordingly, Felisa knew Amanda largely as an inert form, always in one place, her fattened form shaped and flattened out by gravity alone such that it was nearly impossible to conceive of her moving at all, as far as their physical relationship extended anyways; in the digital environments both of them frequented, things were quite different. Given this, Felisa felt that she ought to be forgiven for releasing a loud shriek of surprise when Amanda, of all people turned up in front of her.

“Well… that’s a fine ‘how do you do,’” said Amanda as Felisa covered her mouth with a plump, deeply tanned hand, and Felisa detected hints of nervousness in the giant mountain of a woman she adored.

“Sorry!” Felisa squealed, reaching out to try and comfort her partner, the motion itself awkward due to their relative positions and the thicknesses of both their bodies; Felisa would have been more comfortable irrigating out the light-skinned woman’s deep flesh folds than this uncanny flight right now. “You just surprised me is all…” Felisa wanted to ask Amanda a hundred questions ranging from how things looked down in the colony to how she managed to free herself from her hibernation webbing, but everything dried up in the back of her throat as she noticed how Amanda was dressed, or it might have been better to say undressed.

Amanda was wearing her ship suit, and like Felissa, it seemed that the fit had changed during the time they were asleep. For the enormous woman, however, it seemed that her entire shape had undergone a radical change, itself an almost frightening prospect given how huge and solid she normally appeared but perhaps not surprising; after all, Amanda’s body consisted of easily 90% and more of pure blubber. More than anyone else who had come on this founding expedition, Amanda possessed radical amounts of mass that could be redistributed in an astounding way.

On Earth, Amanda had had a natural pear shape which suited her super-gainer ambitions nicely, weight on the lower body being generally easier to manage. With the right drugs, she could have easily managed a ‘super-pear’ look, if she had been into extreme body types. As a matter of fact, she had taken several treatments to slightly even out her fat distribution, a sizable boost to her bust being a noticeable and desirable side effect. Now though, her ship suit hung in folds around her diminished thighs, hips and ass. Amanda had her belly stuffed into the sleeve designed to contain it, but couldn’t even pull the zipper up past her low hanging navel, her torso had expanded so much. The upper portion of the ship suit hung like a stiff cape from the small of her back out behind her in the null-G, leaving the woman’s enormous acreage of pale skin uncovered from the love handles upwards. To Felisa’s eyes, her partner seemed to have blown up almost literally like a balloon as hundreds of pounds of fat migrated upwards from her legs and hips and buttocks to expand barrel-like flanks and a great dome of an upper belly that had not been there before.

Stretchmarks shone bright red and glossy on the sides of Amanda’s round flanks and the upper portion of her stomach; the wings of her paunch itself had not changed drastically. The marks alone were startling since Amanda, having achieved her goal weight long ago, had taken corrective measures against the characteristic gaining scars she had received during adolescence. Felisa, however was intrigued by the way the new belly dome which stood out so prominently in front of Amanda actually managed to push apart her sphere-like breasts which had curiously not grown even while the fat smothering her rib cage had more than tripled its original depth. The only thing protecting Amanda’s modesty was a wide strip of fabric that she held clutched to her chest, possibly an oversized sheet from a sleeping pod or torn from her own restraint webbing, not that anyone on ship would have given her grief, under the circumstances, for floating about bare chested.

Amanda noticed the slack-jawed expression on the other woman’s face. “I know…” she muttered, looking away abashed, “I wasn’t expecting null gravity to have this kind of effect on me. I had to consult my internal monitors just to make sure that I wasn’t going to have a heart attack, so much fat has redistributed around my chest…” She placed a fruit-shaped hand on her breast awkwardly, and Felisa saw that, unlike before, Amanda could no longer put her arms down at her sides; her upper body had fully eclipsed the distance from shoulders to elbows, propping her arms out at the sides permanently. ‘Jesus wept…’ that thought alone made Felisa want to ride the American-ethnic woman down onto the ground right then and there.

“No, no!” said Felisa, pushing herself up from the corner where she had been sitting, flying easily over Amanda’s central mass so that their heads at least were closer together; though the null-G made the perspective confusing. One moment she was hovering over Amanda, getting a good view of her full horizontal circumference which was gorgeously vast about the waist, the next, the woman was an enormous boulder hanging in space above her, ready to come crashing down. “Don’t say that, Sweet.” Felisa reached down (up?) to nestle Amanda’s chipmunk cheeks in her palms; she was just as red-faced and pot-marked as the rest of them, not that Felisa tended to pay much attention to such things even in the best of times. Amanda could have been a slovenly, pimpled hog for all she cared, and perhaps that would have excited her even more. “I don’t care if your shape’s changed. Look, I’ve gone round the same way you have.” Felisa gestured down to her own rotund figure which would have been classified as “very large” even aboard this ship except in comparison to Amanda’s ice-berg-like proportions.

Amanda sniffed, “It’s not like I care that I’m not a proper pear anymore. That’s just pure vanity. What was unnerving to me was thinking about how literally gallons and gallons of fat had to have migrated through my veins these past months…” she exhaled sharply through her stubby pink nose, “It’s not as though there’s been extensive testing on the effects of prolonged spaceflight on someone of my size. I’m pretty sure I’m the heaviest person who’s ever traveled this far. Hell, I couldn’t even fit into a double hibernation pod! I had to spend the entire trip in the cargo hold hooked up to portable medical units, for Heaven’s sake!”

It was then that it dawned on Felisa that she had made a mistake. Amanda had been hesitant in low-Earth orbit as well as they were preparing to go under; she tended to be finicky about the state of her health, and for good reason. She was among only a handful of humans in the entirety of Confederation space who exceeded 1,000 pounds in weight; though if Bernd’s dream and the mission of the colony was fulfilled, that would change very shortly.

“Alright, alright, I’m listening,” said Felisa, her lust cooling yet still present in the forefront of her mind. “It’s something that we weren’t anticipating, but I don’t think it’s had any serious effect on us. I feel fine and I haven’t seen any alerts from my own internal net. I’m sure I or some of the other passengers would have noticed if zero-G had affected us badly.” Felisa put both her hands on her chest for emphasis, though she was acutely aware of the fact that the woman across from her was fully three times her already super-obese size. The sheer fact of the matter was that Amanda had to deal with some personal medical issues that were unknown to even the rest of the super-obese; things which Amanda tended to keep to herself, despite Felisa pressuring her for years to let her help in safeguarding her.

“I feel fine too.” said Amanda, eyes softening, “A little groggy when I woke up, but I didn’t let that get in the way of what I needed to do. I didn’t even notice how much I’d changed until SAL snuffed my connection to the planet.”

“He did what?” Felisa asked, a twinge of fear shedding itself down her thickly padded back. The fear of malicious AI personalities had not yet left the minds of most sane people.

Seeing her reaction, and the implication of the threat to every life on board ship, Amanda scaled back her response, “He lowered my allotted bandwidth to the point where I could no longer maintain a reasonable sensorium. He claimed that he wanted me to…” Amanda’s cheeks seemed to redden even more, if that was possible.

“To what?” Felisa insisted.

“...to socialize… I guess,” said Amanda, trying and failing to cross her arms, grunting in frustration with the newfound limits in her range of motion.

‘Is that all?’ Felisa thought and came very near to saying, but she was by now aware of Amanda’s attitude towards AI personalities. It had always seemed a little weird to Felisa, but then Amanda did have a good reason for it.

“Ah… well…” Felisa struggled to find something to say that make Amanda more agreeable. This hadn’t been so hard when software and the pleasures of the flesh had made up nearly all of what both of them had been concerned with. “...at least you have some time now to spend with me…?” Felisa’s voice sounded girlish even to her ears, but Amanda turned her thick neck around to look directly at her, almost for the first time since Felisa had been aware of her presence.

She still looked a little annoyed, but a smile spread on the mountainous woman’s lips, “I guess I can’t be completely mad at him.” She took a deep breath, “Well, now you know how my day has been going. What have you been up to around here?” Amanda looked around, seeming to become aware again that only an improvised sheet covered her sizable breasts which while not exceptionally large on her frame, especially after her barrel-like expansion, were still larger than Felisa’s.

“Not really doing much of anything to tell the truth,” said Felisa, somewhat embarrassed. She wanted to try to reassure her partner more, but thought better of it. It was probably better to just change the subject. “Everyone else seems to already know what job they’re supposed to be doing or else they’re busy gossiping or dicking around in other ways…” Felisa twirled her finger around in a significant way.

After a long moment understanding dawned on Amanda. Then she giggled, giggled! She looked so cute right then, the way her laughter jiggled the surface of her enormous soft body like the surface of a pond, Felisa just wanted to rip the sheet away and shove her face possessively into what remained of the valley between those big, floating, round boobs.

“No, they aren’t doing that, right now?” Amanda asked with school girl innocence, “Are they?”

Despite the fact that since puberty, Amanda had admitted to being fixated on the idea of attaining truely epic quantities of obesity, she tended to have an oddly innocent attitude towards the idea of sex. By the time Felisa had met Amanda, they were both already so large that actually consummating their passion was very difficult. They compensated in other ways, of course, sensual touching, licking, breast-play, but the idea of vaginal penetration had always been off putting to Amanda whenever Felisa brought it up – which was not frequently; on Earth some sort of heavy duty retractors would have been necessary to pry apart the overwhelming thigh and belly fat, maybe a small winch as well. Still, where they were going, they need not be bound by such realities any longer. Perhaps it was finally time for Amanda to grow up a little.

“They are,” said Felisa with a devilish grin, eyeing Amanda’s corpulent warehouse bulk with undisguised lust that left no question about where her own desires lay.

Several emotions played across Amanda’s face in quick succession ranging from bewilderment and exasperation to a sympathetic hunger of her own. “Oh,” she said softly, and Felisa noticed the grip on the loose sheet covering her chest slacken more than a little. The darker-skinned woman took that as an invitation, not even bothering to check behind her to see if anyone was watching; as for Amanda, well, she basically filled the interior of the square corridor behind her anyways. She reached forward and carefully took one corner of the sheet in her hand, gently tugging it away from the much larger woman. Amanda didn’t resist, looking at Felisa with a mixture of hesitance and sexual gratification as she passively absorbed Felisa’s attention. By now, Felisa knew that was what really got Amanda off too, attention placed on her and the amazing temple (or rather cathedral) of a body she had carefully tended her entire life. Felisa didn’t even have to touch her to get her excited, she merely need to watch and let Amanda know that she liked what she saw, that she wanted what she saw. And Felisa did, badly.

Amanda looked down at herself bashfully, and even as she did, Felisa couldn’t help but wonder what it must be like to have so much of her body expanding ahead of her, smooth, round and flawless to the darker woman’s eyes. Observing her bare chest, she said tight-lipped, “The null-G makes them shaped so… weird doesn’t it?” Grinning slightly, she added, “I keep wanting to push them down…” As she said this she pulled in her pillowy arms (a small feat in itself considering their size and the way the flesh had redistributed to crowd the joints) and pressed her palms down on her boobs. Like Felisa’s they were currently shaped like massive orbs, a little larger than a pair of footballs (real football, that is, not the American sport), but they smushed readily at the slightest touch, a compression wave traveling through the weightless masses visibly from the dents in the upper surfaces Amanda’s relatively small hands made. Pushing down, Amanda’s rack resumed something like their more familiar earthbound shapes, but the tension in the skin was still making them rounder at the edges, as well, the shape of the woman’s chest underneath the flesh orbs had changed radically.

Felisa was completely hypnotized noticing every small detail. Between the null gravity and the changes during hibernation, Amanda’s body was like another woman’s entirely which itself was a refreshing change. Outside VR, Felisa had known vanishingly few people even approaching Amanda’s epic size. She could feel herself growing more damp at the crotch by the second just looking at her, and while looking seemed to be enough for Amanda, it certainly was not for Felisa. She tilted her body forward with effort, her more than quarter-ton mass possessed considerable inertia still, and by good fortune felt her toes brush up against the bulkhead wall… ceiling? This gave her some much needed leverage as she pushed herself down towards the prone, floating milky-skinned landmass below her.

“Don’t you mind about what those milk-bags look like, Amanda-sweet,” said Felissa before their bodies collided with a lot more force than she was anticipating. Felissa’s smaller body sank into Amanda’s round mass further than she would have believed possible back on earth, but then Amanda’s massive weight was not pressing internally on her body here and neither was Felissa’s. Both woman laughed as they caught each other, the thickness of their bodies making holding hands difficult; they could only just interlock fingers. Then momentum took over as Amanda began to float slowly backwards, opposite the direction Felissa had just pushed herself and at considerably less speed as Newton dictated. Pulling on the solidity of Amanda’s arms, Felissa reached forward and planted kisses on the cartoonishly round mounds of the white woman’s chest. “...even if they doo look like a thirteen-year-old boy’s first doodle of boobs.”

Amanda gasped in mock horror even as she couldn’t help but smile at the attention Felissa was slathering on her. “Meanie!” Amanda cried, she often seemed to revert to almost juvenile speech when she was aroused like this. Even as Felissa was struggling against their own bulky chests to kiss and lightly suck on those delectable pale orbs, she noticed vibrations traveling through the fat where their bellies were smooshing together, Amanda’s completely eclipsing and partly engulfing Felissa’s own since they were pulling themselves together. Even if Felissa had looked down, she wouldn’t have known for sure what it was, Amanda’s torso was eclipsing everything else in sight, rather like a small moon in herself. If she had to guess, she would have said that Amanda was kicking or wiggling her legs, jostling the mass floating just on top of her thighs. If that was the case, as was likely, it was certainly new. Back on Earth, even feeble movements like these would have been too much against Amanda’s oppressive weight. Of course, thinking about it just made Felissa want to take advantage of the environment for a rare opportunity to lift up the other woman’s massive belly and perhaps finally gain a proper glimpse of what lay underneath…

Just as Felissa was getting into her groove though, she was interrupted by a slight jolt that seemed to quake the expansive surface of Amanda “under” her. Felissa was ready to just ignore it, but Amanda turned her head up, looking around.

“What is it?” Felissa asked, lifting her own head from her private feast of the woman’s soft flesh.

Amanda let go of one hand, causing their own bodies to immediately start pushing them apart at an angle. Felisa kept a strong grip on Amanda’s other hand to avoid drifting off. Reaching up to the corridor wall above her, Amanda chuckled lightly, “I think I’m caught in the damn corridor!”

“What?” Felissa said, opened mouthed, “Like all around?” The thought of her lover filling up an entire hallway was another fresh turn on.

Amanda looked about herself, but given her own incredible vastness, Felissa doubted she could see much of anything going on at her distal sides. Still, her jello-soft body quivered in the null-G as she bucked with her legs against something Felissa couldn’t see for the ridiculously oversized tummy. “Yup, I’m caught in it alright. Spaceships clearly weren’t built with people like me in mind…”

Felissa moved quickly, not wanting Amanda to get down on herself as she tended to do in odd moments. “Well, perhaps they will be, once the colony get started up…” the latina woman quipped as she let go of Amanda’s remaining hand, instead reaching down to grasp double handfulls of lard from Amanda’s burgeoning front, using the vast woman’s hide like handholds as she pushed herself down; her own quarter ton of inertia required a surprising amount of force to get moving though, even in the weightless environment.

Amanda, distracted by what Felissa was doing now, said, “What are you up to?” Laughing she added, “I can’t just stay here blocking up the whole corridor with my ass practically hanging out!”

“Let them wait for a few minutes…” said Felissa, clutching the wobbling loose flesh of Amanda’s paunch which jutted a laughable distance in front of her. The soft dimpled skin was like dough in Felissa’s palms, so unlike the taut, dense slab of meat back on earth where gravity had pressed everything down as flat as it would go.

Amanda realized what Felissa was up to as soon as her head disappeared behind the horizon of her own planetary gut with a small squeak of surprise, but she didn’t move. Well, she didn’t try to extract herself from the smaller corridor portal at any rate. The big woman subconsciously kicked her legs out into the air with an increasingly giddiness, much to the chagrin of Felissa who had to work around the wobbling flesh as she pushed aside roll after roll of bulging fat. It was surprising to Felissa that Amanda was so unconstrained, after years of moving her legs so little that she had needed to take anti-atrophy drugs regularly. She would have thought that Amanda would have forgotten how to use her legs altogether.

Below the paunch, the pale white skin darkened to a light brown that would not have been worth mentioning even in Felissa’s own family. It also had a distinctive odor, not foul, but something that was unavoidable with this much skin constantly pressing against itself. Issues with sweat, hygiene and even her own body heat were things that Amanda constantly had to tackle at her size, and Felissa was well accustomed with her needs, at least those she would willingly share with her anyways. The darker skinned woman was only turned on by the challenges this epic-class obesity presented Amanda with, though, even if some might have called her attraction more than a little sadistic in spite of modern medical advances that made the whole thing a lot more realistic to deal with long term.

Felissa winkled her nose as she clawed her way in deeper under Amanda’s floating belly, the space between the under-surface of Amanda’s belly and her thighs uncomfortably narrow for Felissa’s own oversized bulk. Amanda’s skin continued to discolor towards her crotch with wavy bands of coloration Felissa herself had never seen before due to having always used tools like brushes on long sticks to do the necessary cleaning before now. The evidence of Amanda’s rampant obesity was written on the surface of her skin here, hidden for so long from the light by overwhelming weight. It all just heightened the urgency Felissa felt as she stretched her arm forward into the tighter crevasses, feeling around now as her own bulk lodged comfortably by friction alone under Amanda’s titanic belly.

The act itself was surprisingly anticlimactic, at least for Felissa. She knew her way around a cooch, even if she’d never seen Amanda’s before; her fingers knew what to do almost of their own accord. But Felissa absorbed the way Amanda’s lard shuddered all around her, the way her legs kicked “below” her, jostling the thick thigh meat, reduced as it was, against Felissa’s boobs as they flattened up slightly against her chest. Amanda groaned and breathed from the other side of the belly currently separating them. Felissa could only imagine what the huge woman was experiencing, seeing as it had to have been a decade or more since she was last fondled like this, if ever. Felissa leaned in her head against the amorphous fat around her head, the skin offering slightly more resistance now as she was pressing her whole self this far into Amanda’s body. She breathed in the musk of the discolored skin here, relishing in the experience and wondering why she hadn’t thought to try harder to go spelunking back on Earth. No matter, they should both be more adept at this exercise once they were down on the planet.

Felissa turned her head as she made Amanda climax, almost pulling on her handhold to keep herself lodged in place as the caucasian bucked and grunted, the sounds of her lungs and heart traveling clearly through the feet of solid lard to Felissa’s ears. She turned her head as she pressed herself against Amanda as much as was possible. Through a sliver of daylight between the wobbling masses of fat above and below, she caught a glimpse of a porthole window, and the moon beyond. She couldn’t help but feel awe in that moment, gripping Amanda harder until she came once again. Whatever life was going to be like down there, she was happy to know that she was going there with her best friend in this universe.